I can still remember my first fictional crush: Jim Frayne from the Trixie Belden mystery series. He had red hair and green eyes and freckles and despite being kinda skinny, I just thought he was the fleas knees! (Interesting, thinking it over, that I married a red head.)
Then, of course, there was Gilbert Blythe from Anne of Green Gables. I didn't like him when he was young, of course, but once he stopped the hair pulling and got sick, I thought he was dreamy.
Then, there was Sherlock Holmes. For a kiddo with Asperger Syndrome and aspirations toward being a detective, the non-emotional, completely rational most famous detective of all was a natural crush. As an adult, I find Doyle's writing to be a bit patronizing, and I don't find it so amazing to have Holmes solve a mystery by withholding information from Watson (and the reader), but then. . . Oh, I thought he was just fantastic!
In high school, I discovered the classics in general and Jane Austen in particular. I fell for Darcy, Knightly and Captain Wentworth, with the last still being a lasting crush.
Then, I discovered the swashbuckling adventure novels. I tumbled head over heels for Rassendyll (Prisoner of Zenda), all the Musketeers, and even grizzled, old Quatermain.
Snape |
Then we read Tolkien together. . . Aragorn and Éomer. . . I think we were BOTH crushing on them. We've decided to run away and be Riders of Rohan together for certain. Shield Maiden for me, but principle is nearly the same.
Bringing us up to now is Morpheus, Dream, the Sandman. . . Gaiman's lead character in an amazing fantasy world complete with a full mythology. It's hard not to fall for moody, brooding, often sarcastic and always goth-y Dream. Except, apparently for my husband, who fell for his sister, Death. *rolls eyes*
*note: The Snape fan art is "Avada Kedavra" by ellaine on DeviantArt.